Author's Notes.
*Bows, bows* Hello, Hello, Hi.
Lately I've been seeing a lot of fanart of Leo (and Elliot) as vampires. And then I started reading some vamp-like fanfics and I just got the urge to write one of my own. I have so many ideas for this story, but I'm very busy with other fanfics of mine, so, it probably won't be updated often.
Still, one can only hope.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pandora Hearts.
Have you ever wondered why mankind was built up by power and greed?
It seems that, despite the fact they hide behind faith and religion, they are the true monsters.
Maybe the only reason they can see their reflections, unlike us, is so that they're reminded of what they truly are behind their pitiful masks.
Or am I just making up excuses to feel less of an animal?
Yes, that seemed like the most believable thing I've written so far.
Hunters ten to take our possessions as trophies after they slay us, robbing the grave, so to speak. So if you have had the pleasure to impale my heart with a stake, or trap me in the sunlight, or just decapitated my body with the element of surprise. I want you to know that I am grateful for your actions. My suffering has come to an end and I can finally rest in peace.
~ Leo Baskerville.
A youth stood on the edge of an overhanging cliff. All around him was a thick mist that swirled like the sea, especially below him, where anything and nothing awaited him. His black hair and robe gently swayed in the wind as a soft, yet bone chilling, breeze swept by. He stared expressionlessly at another person standing across from him, no older than he was, carrying a crossbow. But the noirette wasn't really of a young age, he just appeared young, when in truth, he had lived for many, many decades.
The other figure stayed planted in the spot they stood at. Cornering the raven like this was a cheap move, he knew that, but there was no other way.
"It's funny," The immortal youth began, his alluring eyes lazily drifting away from his opponent's face, "I never thought it'd be you." He commented lightly.
The other remained silent at those words. His eyes looked up from the weapon in his hands and he raised his arm slowly, and shakily. The atmosphere grew drearier and heavy with betrayal with every moment that went by.
Another breeze washed over the two, somehow bringing relief in it's wake, and then, finally, the crossbow was fired.
Leo drew in a sharp breath and bolted upright in his bed. He panted heavily and began to run his hands over himself, searching for a wound or even an arrow lodged in his flesh. Once his mind had concluded that he had just been dreaming, he fell back onto the bed and squeezed his eyes shut.
He had been told before that Lamia could see the future, and so, he couldn't return to his slumber because his thoughts were racing as to whether he had just had a nightmare, or a premonition of the future.
A/N
'Lamia' is Latin for 'Vampire'. Just in case you didn't know.
So, this was only the Prologue of the story. Other chapters will be much longer than this.
What do ya' think? Drop a review if you like, very appreciated. ^.^